The One Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Professor

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Sophia’s POV.

Mondays have a peculiar rhythm to them. For most, they symbolize the beginning of a new week—filled with fresh starts or dreaded routines. For me, it’s a day of duality. The sun was still rising as Jenny and I left the house. Our small talk was peppered with bits of morning humor, just enough to get our minds off the weight of the week ahead. I just hoped this week wouldn’t be like the others.

Jenny was feeling better now and she had even been the one to insist we go to day today.

I looked at Jenny, grateful that she saw me as nothing more than her bestfeiend. She didn’t look at me like the dangerous predator that I was. To Jenny, I’m just Sophia—her best friend, the one who listens to her late-night rants, shares clothes, and makes tea on rainy days.

As we neared the point where we usually split off to go to our separate classes, I hesitated. I wanted to say something, but the words didn’t come. What could I say, really? That the idea of sitting in Ian’s lecture made my heart race in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying? It had been a while since Ian had lectured and now he was back to lecturing in the university.

Instead, Jenny gave me a quick, knowing smile, her eyes twinkling with that mischievous sparkle that made me giggle. “See you at lunch?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Of course,” I replied, trying to sound as casual as possible. But she wasn’t fooled, and I knew it.

With a small wave, she was off to her class, leaving me to my own thoughts as I walked the familiar path toward the history building. I didn’t know if I was anticipating seeing Ian, or if I was dreading it. Not because I didn’t want to see Ian; that was never the issue. But because I knew that once I crossed the threshold of that lecture hall, I’d have to keep up the facade of student and teacher, a line we’d long since blurred but could never completely erase.

As I stepped inside the building, the familiar scent of old books and polished wood greeted me, grounding me momentarily. I made my way to the lecture hall, slipping into my usual seat in the middle. It was strategic, really—close enough to pay attention but far enough to avoid the intense scrutiny that came with sitting at the front. Ian wasn’t here yet, which gave me a moment to prepare myself, to settle into the role of student.

My fingers traced the edge of my notebook absentmindedly as I thought about the first time I realized who Ian really was. The shock of learning that my history professor was also the king of the vampire realm had been intense, to say the least. But what had surprised me even more was the connection I still felt to him and the fact that I still continued to love him. It was something that went beyond bloodlines and ancient power. It was as if he saw right through the walls I’d spent centuries building, understanding me in a way no one else ever had.

And then there was the other side of Ian—the side that I couldn’t help but be drawn to. The side that was gentle, kind, and fiercely protective. The side that looked at me not just as another vampire, but as Sophia, the woman he loved. Even now, thinking about the way his eyes softened when he looked at me sent a shiver down my spine.

But here, in this space, he was Professor Ian—not my lover, not the king, but a man who had to maintain a certain level of decorum. It was a delicate balance we maintained, one that required constant vigilance. I couldn’t afford to slip, not in front of my classmates, not when so much was at stake. I could never tell who was watching.

The door opened, and Ian walked in, his presence commanding the room without him even trying. He was dressed in his usual tailored suit, the dark fabric highlighting the sharp angles of his face. His eyes swept over the room, landing on me for the briefest of moments before moving on, a gesture so quick that no one else would have noticed. But I did, and it was enough to set my heart racing.

He began the lecture, his voice steady and authoritative, filling the room with the rich history of the world. I tried to focus on his words, to let the lesson draw me in, but it was difficult. Every time he moved, every time his gaze flickered in my direction,

I had missed this —pretending that nothing was out of the ordinary when, in reality, everything was. It was both exciting and exhausting, this constant balancing act.

As the class went on, I found myself caught in the memories of the times we spent together inside his office, and outside the school. I wouldn’t trade these moments for anything else.

But those moments came with a cost. The secrecy, the constant fear of being discovered, the knowledge that our relationship could never be fully out in the open—it was a burden we both carried. And yet, neither of us could walk away. There was something too powerful, too consuming, about what we had.

The class ended too quickly, and as the students gathered their things, I stayed in my seat, waiting for the room to empty. When the last student finally left, Ian’s demeanor shifted ever so slightly, his formal posture relaxing as he turned to me.

“Sophia,” he said, his voice softer now, a hint of warmth seeping through the professionalism.

I stood up, closing the distance between us in a few short steps. “Ian,” I replied, the single word carrying all the emotions I couldn’t express in front of the others.

For a moment, we just stood there, letting the silence speak for us. It was a dangerous game we were playing, one that could have severe consequences if we weren’t careful. But in these stolen moments, none of that mattered. It was just us.

He reached out, his fingers brushing against mine, and I felt that familiar spark, the one that ignited every time we touched. “How are you?” he asked, his concern evident.

I smiled, though it didn’t quite reach my eyes. “I’m managing,” I said, not wanting to burden him with my worries about Jenny. He had enough to deal with in the realm as it was.

He frowned, clearly not convinced. “You don’t have to manage alone, Sophia. I’m here.”

“I know,” I said, squeezing his hand gently. “But there are some things I have to handle on my own.”

He didn’t like it, I could tell.

“Tonight?” he asked, his voice filled with hope.

I nodded, my heart fluttering at the thought of seeing him later. “Tonight.”

With a final squeeze of his hand, I stepped back, slipping back into my role as a student. The walls between us went up again, but the connection remained, stronger than ever. As I left the classroom, I could feel his eyes on me.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. I went through the motions—attending my other classes, meeting up with Jenny for lunch, pretending that everything was normal. But it wasn’t. How could it be when my mind was consumed with thoughts of Ian, of the life we could never fully have but couldn’t bear to let go of?

Jenny, of course, noticed my distraction. She always did. “You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” she asked as we sat in our usual spot under a tree on campus, picking at our lunches.

I sighed, knowing there was no point in denying it. “Is it that obvious?”

She gave me a sympathetic smile. “Only to me. Don’t worry, your secret is safe.”

I smiled back, grateful for her support. “Thanks, Jenny. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Probably drive yourself crazy,” she teased, but there was a note of seriousness in her voice. “Just be careful, okay? I know you two have something special, but…”

“I know,” I said, cutting her off gently. “It’s risky. But I can’t help how I feel.”

She nodded, understanding in her eyes. “I get it. Just promise me you’ll be careful. You know what will happen if you both get caught.”

“I promise,” I said, meaning it.

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